The Distant Ghost
The count had reached three hundred and twelve stones, each one weighed against the ledger of decay in Elias Thorne’s mind, when the first crack in the bell tower of St. Jude’s finally gave way to a sound that was not quite a groan. It was a low, thrumming vibration that seemed to rise from the mortar itself, a frequency that bypassed the ears and settled directly into the marrow of his shins....
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